God, I'm so fat
My butt won't fit into my chair.
I feel I'm taking an express elevator whenever I go down to buy cigarettes.
And I will have to wait for the next lift if there are other people waiting at the lift lobby.
I can't press the goddamned buttons on my Nokia phone
Not to mention writing this blog; I keep pressing 23 keys together; see what I mean?
And all because I'm so fat.
All my T shirts which I bought last month, are now my extra towels, helping me to dry my oh so fat body.
Hell, even my own mother looked away when she sees me.
God, I'm so fat.

- a phat poem by MasterBates